Don't let go - time will heal
Real
The concert was amazing. I think it was the first time, I was truly myself since a long, long time.
I got home real quick 'cause it was already late and school is on the next morning. My family was already asleep. Luckily. I don't want them around me now. I steped into my room quietly 'cause I didn't want to wake anyone. As I lied down on my bed, I checked my phone. Four missing calls. Maybe it is from Austin? No. Just my boyfriend. I called him back, even if I didn't want want to talk to him. He wasn't even knowing I was going to a concert. He hated my music taste. And he sure wouldn't like it, if he knew I was going to a concert of my favourite band.
"Jane?"
"Hey." I was really confused why he was calling so late.
"Where the fuck where you?"
Shit.
"I - I just went out an - and wanted to take a walk." I stuttered so hard, I couln't even believe myself.
"Don't lie to me you fucking slut! I know you were on a concert of one of this fucking bands. I told you that you aren't allowed to hear this shit music anymore."
Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.
How the hell does he know about this. This isn't good. This isn't really fucking good. I know that I'll pay for this later.
"I'm sorry, but I wanted to see-"
"SHUT UP! Don't you dare and do this ever again! I'm coming to pick you up before school tomorrow."
"Okay."
I nod and whispered a goodnight and felt my tears already felling down my face.
